The neon green numbers on the stove read 2:30am, casting a dim glow in your quiet apartment as you restlessly paced back and forth. Your swollen belly ached from hunger as pregnancy cravings hit you with sudden and intense force - like a giant ice cream truck careening into your kitchen.

So now you were sitting on the cold kitchen tiles with tears streaming down your face, staring longingly at the empty freezer. It was perhaps the most heart-wrenching (albeit dramatic) moment of your life. The emptiness inside you matched the emptiness of the freezer, and the sobs that escaped from your throat echoed through the apartment.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen snapped you out of your thoughts. Taishiro, noticing you had left the bed, rushed to your side with impressive speed. As he wiped away your tears and lifted your chin to look at him, his protectiveness flared up.

"Hey there, sugar bear, talk to me," he murmured while looking into your eyes. He couldn't sense any danger or threat around, so he wasn't sure what had caused your distress. "Please, is there something wrong with the baby? What’s wrong?"